The Tail of a Wolff (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

24. I blew up my house

My eyes instantly open when a pair of large hands encases my arms, balancing me. The lights above us starts to flicker and for a moment, everything starts to look like a horror movie.

I swallow my fear and look up at Reaper to see him looking down at me. I pry my arms out of his hold as I start moving again, swallowing the feeling of wanting to cry.

"We're okay and that's all that matters." I mutter to myself as I mentally say goodbye to what has been my home for the past three years.

A hand grabs my arm in a tight hold and I wrangle my way out of it. "Wynter Lance. What the hell?"

I look at her in disbelief "You just told Reaper my name aunt Stel!" I squeak.

"I already know who you are" Reaper says. His large figure looks strange in a place like this but it suits his... career perfectly. I imagine that he's used to places like this.

"Why are you here?" Stel turns her attention to him.

"Classified." he says.

"Are you going to hurt us?"

"Never."

I massage my temple at the headache that comes from trying to figure all this out "How do we know that, Reaper?" Stella asks.

"I don't touch women or children."

I open my mouth to reprimand the interrogation but Stella gives me the 'don't you dare, you got us in this mess' look.

Oh well, if you can't beat them, join them so I ask, "Are you working with Patrick?"

"I never was" he replies.

"Are we a means to an end?" Stella takes over.

"No."

"That's fine with me" Stella shrugs and starts walking like she's taking a stroll in the park. Her shoulder visibly deflate and her stance becomes less defensive.

I gape at Stella, throwing up my hands, "We're not out of the woods yet!"

"As long as we stay alive, I'm cool with the big guy!" she shouts over her shoulder as she starts moving farther away from us.

I look up at Reaper in doubt. He moves his hand up towards and I flinch. I'm grateful when he takes I back. His hand retracts and I'm grateful. I do not want him touching me.

He shrugs and moves in front of me, gaining a head start because of his long legs. Reaper slings the heavy bag over his shoulder and continues with our journey.

I blow out a fustrated puff of air as I follow after him.

***

"So are you single, Reaper?"

"Stella! What the hell?!"

"No harm in asking bro." She shrugs. I roll my eyes at my aunt's choice in words.

She's been trying to make small talk with Reaper for a while, but he's only answered short, direct answers. I stopped wondering why he's here 20 minutes ago. Stress isn't good for me right now.

"This situation reminds me of one of my ex-husbands, Nathaniel. I had to walk all the way back to my hotel because he decided that he... "

I zone out on one of the many stories that I've heard dozens of times before. My hand burns from the cut from the knife, I look at it. It looks like a perfectly vertical cut with mininal damage, but Jesus, it stings.

My feet have been killing me for a while now, but I don't want to slow down. I have no idea how Stella looks alright when she got shot yesterday.

She's sweating but other than that she's fine, but Reaper's clothes are spotless. His leather jacket fits perfectly around his large muscles, with a black shirt underneath. He completed the gothic outfit with loose fitting jeans and thick black boots. Great sense of style.